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Bài hát Clean - Taylor Swift. The drought was the very worst. When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst. It was months, and months of back and forth. You're still all over me like a
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words come out clean, clean Tomorrow, what price will I pay?. Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed?. Would you then gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head, translated
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words come out clean, clean Tomorrow, what price will I pay?. Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed?. Would you then gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head, translated
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(vocals) Rhonda (stage whisper). Harry, this is not dream girls! Harry (stage whisper). They told me it had c-c-colored folk in it, rhonda, and that's always a sure sign of good, solid, musical
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Song Amen - Harry Belafonte. See the little baby, Amen. Wrapped in a manger Amen. On Christmas morning,. Amen, Amen, Amen. See him in the temple, Amen. Talking with the elders, Amen. Who marveled at
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(vocals) Rhonda. Harry! harry, is that you as a boy? Harry. Why, it must be! he's so charming and sweet and likeable! Thing-fish. Harry-as-a-boy, c'mon over 'n say a few words to de nice peoples! Harry
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Song Together - Harry Nilsson. Life isn't easy. When two are divided. And one has decided to bring down the curtain. And one thing's for certain. There's nothing to keep them together. How does it
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Song Together - Harry Nilsson. Life isn't easy. When two are divided. And one has decided to bring down the curtain. And one thing's for certain. There's nothing to keep them together. How does it
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Ain't nobody dope as me I'm just so fresh so clean. (So fresh and so clean clean). Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm just so fresh so clean. (So fresh and so clean clean). Ain't nobody dope as me
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Clean up before she comes (x5). Living in a dusty town (x3). Something in her eyes. Must be the smoke from my lungs. Something in her eyes. Must be the smoke from my lungs. . Twenty months has
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'. No, I ain't bluffin'. I'm with your mom in the kitchen. Makin' blueberry muffins. Must be Thanksgiving. 'Cause your bitch want the stuffin'. Mr. Clean. Gravy why your flow so mean?. Mr. Clean. Pull
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Payday's coming and we wash it away. Clean money, clean money. Payday's coming and we wash it away. Clean money, clean money. That's what I want to do. I want to spend it on you Checking on a
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song Angelina - Harry Belafonte. Angelina, Angelina, please bring down your concertina. And play a welcome for me cause I'll be coming home from sea. Yes its so long since I've been home. Seems like
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song Angelina - Harry Belafonte. Angelina, Angelina, please bring down your concertina. And play a welcome for me cause I'll be coming home from sea. Yes its so long since I've been home. Seems like
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Song Bally Mena - Harry Belafonte. Bally Mena, Bally Mena, Bally Mena in the harbor. Bally Mena, Bally Mena, Bally Mena in the harbor. Bring the Bally Mena to the dock. And paint the Bally Mena black
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Song Glory Manger - Harry Belafonte. They turn 'way Mary and Josef. 'Way from the inn. They turn 'way Mary and Josef. 'Way from the inn. They turn 'way Mary and Josef. 'Way from the inn. That's what
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Song 1941 - Harry Nilsson. Well, in 1941 a happy father had a son. And by 1944, the father walks right out the door. And in '45 the mom and son were still alive. But who could tell in '46 if the two
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Chorus. Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean. (So fresh and so clean clean
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when I could finally breathe. And by mornin'. Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean. Verse 2. There was nothin' left to do, ah-ah, ah-ah. When the butterflies turned to dust that covered
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Clean up before she comes (x5). Living in a dusty town (x3). Something in her eyes. Must be the smoke from my lungs. Something in her eyes. Must be the smoke from my lungs. . Twenty months has
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Song Monkey - Harry Belafonte. One Monday morning I got up late. And there was Mr. Monkey outside me gate. One Monday morning I got up late. There was Mr. Monkey outside me gate. Don't know what to
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Song Gloria - Harry Belafonte. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. You promised to marry me in the month of May
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Song Gloria - Harry Belafonte. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. Can't bear this strain any longer; I tell you "no," Gloria. You promised to marry me in the month of May
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Song Christmas Is Coming - Harry Belafonte. Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat. Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat. Please put a penny
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(CHORUS)got a young brown stallion and she twenty years old, when she pop it from the back you see that harry *, got a young red stallion and she twenty years old, when she pop it from the back
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Song Me And My Arrow - Harry Nilsson. Me and my Arrow. straighter than narrow. where ever we go. everyone knows. it's me and my Arrow. Me and my Arrow. taking the high road. where ever we go
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Song Where The Little Jesus Sleeps - Harry Belafonte. Come to Bethl'em, come to Bethl'em. Dooy dai dooy dai dooy dai da. Come children all, to the lonely stall. Where the little Jesus sleeps. Bring
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Song Cuddly Toy - Harry Nilsson. You're not the only cuddly toy. That was ever enjoyed. By any boy. You're not the only choo choo train. That was left out in the rain. The day after Santa came
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Song Two Brothers - Harry Belafonte. Two brothers on their way. Two brothers on their way. Two brothers on their way. 'Twas on a pleasant summers day. On a pleasant summers day. When they marched
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Song Kingston Market - Harry Belafonte. Have you ever seen a rainbow. Or a garden blooming bright. Heard the shuffle of a thousand feet. And drums from morning 'til night?. Come we go down, come we
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. Womanhood!. You're phony on top. Phony underneath. You lay in bed & grit your teeth. Madge, I want your body!. Harry, get back!. Madge, it's not merely. Physical!. Harry, you're a beast!. Censored
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. With his eye all red, with the wine in his head. Wishing he was dead when he oughta be. Heading for Sunday school Clean up your own backyard. Oh, don't you hand me none of your lines. Clean up your
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. With his eye all red, with the wine in his head. Wishing he was dead when he oughta be. Heading for Sunday school Clean up your own backyard. Oh, don't you hand me none of your lines. Clean up your
